[ He sinks to sit on his heels, steady as a stone, without any of the ungainliness of someone who might still be growing into his skin and bones. In the months he's been in this dark world, his hair has continued to grow, through the scatter of his silver fringe he peeks sidelong at her, curious.
Maybe a little concerned. The way she'd been staring off like that reminded him of survivors of attacks from the dark forces of his own universe, shellshocked. They didn't really meet in person, he only recognizes her as one of the more recent arrivals. He feels it's safe to ask: ]
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[ He sinks to sit on his heels, steady as a stone, without any of the ungainliness of someone who might still be growing into his skin and bones. In the months he's been in this dark world, his hair has continued to grow, through the scatter of his silver fringe he peeks sidelong at her, curious.
Maybe a little concerned. The way she'd been staring off like that reminded him of survivors of attacks from the dark forces of his own universe, shellshocked. They didn't really meet in person, he only recognizes her as one of the more recent arrivals. He feels it's safe to ask: ]
How are you holding up?